He was as if his bones had been pulled from his body. Slowly and mechanically, he turned his head. Wherever his gaze fell, he saw his children.
At that moment, they had all suffered the same fate. Every one of them had become a headless corpse, sprawled across the blood-soaked ground.
The sight was as cruel as a nightmare. It pierced Chu Tianming's eyes and sent his heart plunging into an endless abyss of darkness.
In the blink of an eye, no one in the entire Chu Family remained alive except for the handful standing here with Chu Tianming, and the Elders and Ancestor still sleeping in the ancestral hall.
The shadow of death, like a vast black curtain, had completely enveloped the Chu Family.
Witnessing this scene of utter carnage, everyone present turned deathly pale, their pupils shrinking as if they had seen the most terrifying sight in the world.
"This... is terrifying!" someone couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice, filled with fear and disbelief.
Everyone stared at the precious sword before them, its blade radiating a bone-chilling cold. Cold sweat broke out uncontrollably across their foreheads and trickled down their cheeks.
One of the old men, a First Level Dharma Aspect Realm expert who was usually the Ancestor of a great power, had long since lost his former dignity. Trembling, he hurriedly began, "Senior, I was foolish just now. I didn't think things through. Now..."
"Silence!"
Chen Lin spoke calmly, cutting him off.
The precious sword shot forward like lightning.
The old man had no time to react. With a sharp whoosh, a streak of cold light flashed past, and his head was instantly severed from his body, soaring high into the air.
Blood gushed from his neck, tracing a bizarre arc through the air.
"I told